The 225th Hidden Sect Boss's Little Assistant (Sixty-Seven)
Gu Yan was startled. After thinking it over, she told Lu Lingjun and asked the old lady next door to take good care of him. Then she went to find medicine for Lu Lingjun.
Lu Lingjun, perhaps sensing something, suddenly spoke as he watched him leave.
"Lu Jiaojiao, come back soon."
Gu Yan was taken aback and turned to look at Lu Lingjun: "What did you call me?"
Lu Lingjun chuckled: "Lu Jiaojiao."
Gu Yan frowned: "It doesn't sound good, it sounds like calling a little girl."
Lu Lingjun: "Aren't you just like a spoiled little girl?"
Gu Yan was shocked and furious: "You're talking nonsense."
Lu Lingjun smiled and said, "Be careful on your journey, and remember to come back soon."
If you can't come back, then run away and don't worry about me.
Gu Yanjing didn't take it to heart and waved his hand: "I'm just going to find you some medicine. Don't worry, I'll be back in an hour."
As Lu Lingjun watched the young man's departing figure, for some unknown reason, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of bright red blood and coughed violently.
The young man in gray wiped the blood from his mouth, staggered out of bed, and tried to call back the proud young man.
But the young girl was nowhere to be found.
Gu Yan woke up with a start, looked at the unfamiliar scene around him, calmed himself down, and slowly picked off the dried scabs from the corner of his mouth.
It's a bit prickly to the mouth.
"Awake?" Pan Feng sat on a rock to the side and glanced at Gu Yanjing indifferently.
"Hmm." Gu Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, then spat again in discomfort: "Is there any water?"
Pan Feng raised an eyebrow: "**, do you think this is your home?"
Gu Yan scoffed, "You call yourself my father? This is your territory, so it's my home."
Pan Feng remained silent for a moment upon hearing this.
“I did not lie to you; you are indeed my bloodline.”
After hesitating for a long time, Pan Feng finally spoke again.
They also handed him a bowl of water.
"I was just joking." I don't treat you like my father.
Gu Yanjing looked at the bowl of water in front of him but didn't dare to take it.
He's so free and easy; he must be bored to want another father.
When Lu Lingjun had a father, he was hung up and beaten every few days.
Gu Yanjing now feels that he absolutely cannot have another father, since his older brother's beatings are already quite painful.
This kind of beating hurts even more.
“Son.” Pan Feng’s expression suddenly turned serious, not at all like he was joking.
Gu Yan choked in surprise and almost couldn't catch his breath.
What the heck?
He just had a sharp tongue.
How did this happen?
"I'm not." Gu Yan swallowed hard.
"Son, take this." Pan Feng forcefully fed the bowl of water to Gu Yanjing without saying a word, leaving no room for refusal.
Gu Yanjing exclaimed that among all the people he had been with, only Pan Feng, besides Lu Lingjun and Gu Yanci, had ever made him suffer such a great loss.
"Cough cough cough." Gu Yanjing choked on the water twice more.
Pan Feng patted Gu Yanjing's back tenderly, just like a good father.
"Look how good your father is to you," Pan Feng said earnestly.
Gu Yanjing interrupted him directly: "Don't dream about it. There's no way I'm going to stay here in your place and let you leave."
Pan Feng: "...My son, you're really hurting my heart."
Gu Yanjing sneered and brushed away Pan Feng's hand from his back: "With a heart as vicious as yours, you don't deserve to be a father."
Pan Feng withdrew her hand and splashed a bowl of water directly onto Gu Yanjing's face: "What did I do to you, son?"
Gu Yanjing wiped the water off his face, looked at Pan Feng with a contemptuous expression, and punched him directly in the face.
Want to be his father?
You've ruined so much for him, and you still want to be his father?
Keep dreaming.
Pan Feng had never been punched like that before, and for a moment she was stunned, staring blankly at Gu Yanjing, before being punched again.
They specifically punched him in the face, making him gasp in pain. He tried to fight back, but Shao kicked him to the ground and then straddled him, beating him repeatedly.
Damn.
"You unfilial son, damn it, don't hit my face."
It was impossible for Gu Yanjing not to slap him in the face; he didn't stop even when his fists were bleeding.
Pan Feng was beaten so badly that she screamed. Pan Feng couldn't take it anymore and kicked Gu Yanjing over. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her anger rising from the beating. She stopped using her divine power and, like Gu Yanjing, started throwing punches.
The two usually elegant and noble divine birds were behaving like street thugs today, fighting each other with their most primitive fists, and their favorite thing to do was punch each other in the face.
He didn't let go of the other person until he was completely exhausted.
Pan Feng, in the end, was still used to being pampered and spoiled, and was no match for Gu Yanjing at all; she was far more miserable than Gu Yanjing.
The two fell to the ground, each kicking the other with all their might.
"With so many *, do you hate me?" Pan Feng asked Gu Yanjing, who was standing beside her, panting.
Gu Yanjing's lips twitched, and he said in pain, "Isn't that obvious?"
After so much torment, and he's not a saint, how could he not hate?
“I did it on purpose.” Pan Feng touched her face and said maliciously, “Do I look disfigured?”
Gu Yanjing didn't look, too weak to get up, but his tone was just as nasty as Pan Feng's: "Yes, you're disfigured, you look awful."
"You talk as if you look good right now." Pan Feng couldn't help but kick Gu Yanjing with all her might.
Gu Yan staggered in surprise: "Do you think that's how you know the Primordial World is gone?"
He believed the doctor's words and came here to collect herbs, but he did not expect that the doctor had already been bribed by the prefect and deliberately led him here.
They knew perfectly well that there was a formation at the entrance to this valley, but he foolishly came and was then imprisoned here, where he met Pan Feng.
At that time, Pan Feng was not in his right mind and was not as normal as he is now. He was almost killed by the other party on their first meeting.
However, the overwhelmingly clear bloodline connection between them brought Pan Feng to her senses for a moment, causing her to release him.
"When I was attacked by the primordial chaos, I was sometimes lucid and sometimes confused. At that time, I knew that the primordial chaos was gone."
Pan Feng closed her eyes, lost in thought.
"The First Emperor was actually doing this for your own good. If he hadn't wanted to save you, he wouldn't have imprisoned you in this place that the Heavenly Dao couldn't govern."
If it weren't for the Ancestral Dragon imprisoning Panfeng here, Panfeng would probably have suffered the same fate as the Ancestral Dragon, its soul scattered and its spirit destroyed in the cleansing of the Heavenly Dao.
"No, he betrayed me, he abandoned me." Upon hearing this, Pan Feng suddenly sat up, her eyes turning red, and her whole body radiating bright red flames.
When he was young, he and Zu Long became sworn brothers, agreeing to be brothers.
They even created their own ** together, but Zu Long's child, Gu Qing, was born prematurely, while his child was unable to hatch for a long time.
Later, their relationship gradually deteriorated due to the younger generation, and they were no longer as close as before.
However, in the end, he never expected that the Ancestral Dragon would imprison him here for decades in order to allow him to avoid the cleansing of the Heavenly Dao.
Even.
He also hatched his child from its shell.
"You don't know, do you? Back then, after the Ancestral Dragon imprisoned you here, he was tortured to death by the Heavenly Emperor for refusing to reveal your location, having more than a hundred dragon bones extracted from you."
Gu Yanjing also forced himself to sit up, watching Pan Feng with a look of amusement.
"Impossible, he couldn't possibly... He's my slut, how could he possibly protect me..."
Suddenly, Pan Feng realized she couldn't continue speaking.
Gu Yanjing looked at Pan Feng's ugly face, which was as nasty as ever: "But, we were once as close as brothers. If you weren't the younger generation, you would still be like brothers."
Pan Feng stood up shakily and staggered back to her palace.
He didn't believe it; it was all fake.
He and Emperor Zulong had long since severed all ties.
impossible......
However, as soon as he took his first step onto the steps, he suddenly coughed up blood, collapsed on the steps, and fell into a deep sleep.
Gu Yanjing stared at the green-clad figure lying on the ground. After a long while, and only after confirming that the figure was truly dead did he slowly stand up.
His injuries were much better than Pan Feng's, and besides, his ability to fight to the death was indeed learned in the face of life and death.
He's much better than Pan Feng.
The sword slipped into his hand. Gu Yan thought for a moment and then transformed it into a dagger, making it easier to stab someone.
Crimson flames swirled around the dagger. Gu Yan hesitated for a moment, then plunged it in.
Screw your own father.
Kill them first, then we'll talk.
However, Gu Yanjing's dagger did not touch Pan Feng before it was separated by a very familiar dragon force.
It has a very similar aura to my elder brother.
Gu Yanjing staggered back two steps and looked up at the shadow floating beside Pan Feng.
"Hey, it's already 8 o'clock, and you're still not done? You're really persistent."
Even Nanfu isn't as good as yours.
"Why do you always pick on Pan Feng, young man? Although he didn't have the chance to raise you, he is still the source of your bloodline." The shadow shook its head, its figure already very faint.
"Why doesn't Zulong mention that Pan Feng transferred the backlash from the Primordial Era to me? Instead, he blames me for disregarding blood ties." Gu Yanjing steadied himself, knowing that his chance had come, and immediately sat down cross-legged to regulate his breathing.
“I am not an upright person.” Zu Long paused upon hearing this.
Gu Yan was surprised: "Huh?"
Zu Long continued, "That's why I side with my own people, not with what's right."
Gu Yan was surprised: "Heh."
Too lazy to say anything more, Gu Yanjing simply closed his eyes.
Zu Long glanced at Gu Yanjing, then at Pan Feng, and remained silent, floating quietly beside Pan Feng.
However, the shadow became even fainter.
At that time, Gu Yanjing also had a chance to kill Pan Feng when he was out of his mind, but it was a shadow left behind by Zulong that stopped him.
Although he and Pan Feng were blood relatives, they became enemies the moment they first met.
Pan Feng almost killed him, so he wasn't a coward and naturally had to retaliate.
Moreover, Pan Feng used it to absorb half of the primordial backlash, so based on this alone, he and Pan Feng are in a limbo-like relationship.
When Pan Feng woke up, the shadow of the Ancestral Dragon had completely disappeared.
This is probably the last breath that the First Dragon left in this world.
Pan Feng stood up, seemingly forgetting her previous lapse in composure. Like Gu Yanjing, she picked at the dried scabs on the corner of her mouth, calmly brushed aside the hair blocking her eyes, and swayed as she walked into the main hall.
Gu Yan opened his eyes with a start, looked at Pan Feng's back, and slowly said, "Pan Feng, I was about to kill you just now, but the shadow left by the Ancestral Dragon protected you. This is the second time."
Pan Feng paused, but did not speak.
"The first time was when you went mad, and I took the opportunity to try to kill you, but Zulong appeared and protected you."
"And now, the last trace of the First Emperor has just disappeared from this world."
"Pan Feng, look at you, you have so many grudges. You hate the person who saved you, and now, the last person who was good to you is gone. It's such a pity."
Gu Yan looked at Pan Feng with a mocking expression. Pan Feng looked miserable, yet he was saying the most arrogant things.
Pan Feng suddenly turned around, ran down in three steps, and kicked Gu Yanjing to the ground.
"You're lying to me."
Pan Feng's crimson eyes glared at Gu Yanjing, as if they were about to pop out.
"Why would I lie to you? It's true that the Ancestral Dragon protected you, and it's also true that the Ancestral Dragon's last wisp of consciousness dissipated." Gu Yanjing rolled twice on the ground, laughing wildly.
"You unfilial son, are you trying to anger your father to death?" Pan Feng was furious. She kicked Gu Yanjing twice, but that wasn't enough. She then turned back to look for a knife.
Unable to find a knife, I simply moved a rock instead.
"Oh, Father, I am your only bloodline. If I die, your lineage will end. The Ancestor Dragon still has bloodlines in the world. You can't be inferior to him." Gu Yanjing looked at the thousand-pound stone, nimbly got up and ran away without looking back.
You have to know when to back down.
Gu Yanjing understood this principle when he was beaten on the ground.
But after all that, no one can make him back down.
Exhausted, Gu Yan collapsed to the ground. No longer caring whether she was sleeping on a bed or on the grass, she simply wrapped herself in her dirty clothes, leaned against a rock, and fell asleep shortly afterward.
It's still that same dream.
My dreams lately have been like a TV series, one after another.
Gu Yanjing was swept into a secret realm in the valley and almost killed as soon as he entered. Taking advantage of Pan Feng's rare moment of lucidity, Gu Yanjing managed to hide himself inside a rock.
I drifted off to sleep in a daze.
When she woke up again, there was a man dressed in ancient style beside her.
It was the person who almost killed him yesterday.
"May I have your name?"
Gu Yan was startled and instinctively wanted to dodge, but then he heard the man ask him something very clearly.
He was stunned, staring blankly at the man: "Lu Jiao, no, Zhu Que, may I ask who you are, senior?"
With such high cultivation, he must be some reclusive senior.
"I am Pan Feng, the child..."
Gu Yanjing didn't wait for Pan Feng to finish speaking; he just looked at Pan Feng's appearance and suddenly stood up.
He had heard his elder brother say that he was a descendant of Pan Feng.
"It seems you know." Pan Feng was also taken aback by his expression.
"Child, I'll send you out tomorrow." Pan Feng didn't say anything more, but patted his head, turned around and left, entering the magnificent hall.
The main hall was like a cage, imprisoning Pan Feng for the rest of her life.
Gu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was safe, but unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, he was suddenly grabbed by Pan Feng and taken into the main hall.
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